Often I feel the need to get away
So I like to frequent a place
In which I can be lost
And no one would seem to find me
The sound is enveloping and immersive
And it makes me more apt to forget
I’m surrounded by an escape
A zombie merriment
That takes over my reality
And as I sweat the pain of stress away
I know there’s no other place I’d rather be
R&B is too slow
Rock is too powercore
But the drumbeat baby
I want more
The musical alliteration pumps my body
With a life I forgot I had
And I’m filled with an insatiable desire
To be bad
Bad with a sultry tinge
Just enough to tantalize
A shake like an earthquake
That no disco song would try
The music it holds me close
I am bathed in light
Forever lost in a funhouse
That is covered and sheltered
By the darkness of night
The pulse of the floor
Invigorating my soul
Brings me joy
And then becomes a toy
For me to fondle all night
One can be so much in the zone
Energized and away
That one isn’t sorry to be alone
My God created such a vexation
Such bloody tempest
That wanders away
And likes a mosquito bites you wildly
Hooking you in so you’d stay
And as the steam rises and bakes you up and down
You transcend and fly
It seems only for a minute
You been gone
But hours have passed
And you must return
Back to the “normalcy” that you had left
You had a turn on the rollercoaster
You had your one big dive
You had your chance
Your shot
Your journey
Your wire live
And that was the dance
Your sunbeam
A happy release
That was the dance
Your body says more, more
Damn it more
But you have to exit
But you are sure, you’ll return again
Again another night
To the beat
The rhythm
The thriving
The dance

12/20/2007

Posted on 12/20/2007
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